Avalanche material

Yes, snowflakes are unique, she thought
But what did it matter when they kissed
and covered the mountain like salt?

Sunshine-soaked solitude
Salted their secrets to sin
Snowflakes: surrender yourselves!

Go slow until they stir you, then rise, swallow!
Bitter, sweet, salt, sour, all flavours once ours
On your rock and roll tour, take them with you

Whistle: No time to go slow, oh
I’ve been waiting to taste
the jungle

— Liyana Dizzy, 26

for Annie Broadhurst, October 2013, Nepal 

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